Because it's looooong overdue:

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24 Short Journal Entries About Salem, Massachusetts
1) I used to think the Mass Pike was a miserable stretch of highway. I still haven't found any reason to change my position on that.
2) It's a bit of a shock to realize that not all bed and breakfasts are like the Inn at Manchester.
3) It was my vacation, and I could tuck myself to bed by 9 and watch Trading Spaces if I darned well wanted to.
4) Laurei Cabot's the only person I've ever seen whose name is printed on the signs larger than the name of the store.
5) Oooo! Big expanses of water! Purty!
6) Tourist magnet or no, Salem still rolls up its sidewalks at 6 p.m.
7) Going to eat alone in a restaurant when you're feeling lonely will only help if the restaurant is friendly, crowded, and has a cute waitress who smiles at you.
8) I really shouldn't have been quite as amused as I was to hear ritual being performed with a Boston accent.
9) It's a good thing everything I wanted to do was in walking distance, because if I'd moved my car, I'd never have gotten my parking space back.
10) I always believed it was strictly a Vermont thing to have drivers that'll run you off the road if you're in a car, but if you're a pedestrian they'll stop and wave you through every single time. Must be a New England thing, I guess.
11) The candles stayed lit through the whole breezy ordeal. These people are good.
12) Two words: Pad Thai. Adam is a happy boy now.
13) Now showing: The Lizzie McGuire Movie and Anger Management. Oh, well, so much for that plan...
14) I just can't see myself buying Pagan paraphenalia from a place that also sells whoopie cushions. Can you?
15) Didn't have any alcohol the entire time. Don't know how I feel about that.
16) When I close my eyes and picture "guy who opened a bed and breakfast in Massachusetts one day," I picture John Brick, proprietor of the Stepping Stone Inn. Nice guy.
17) The Saturday was Random Dog on the Street Theme Day, with huskies, Great Danes, pugs, and a pathetic little three-legged terrier hobbling down Derby Street. I think it was to balance out Black Cat Theme Day on Friday.
18) In my room was a sign that read, among other things, "No burning candles or incense in the room." Just in case you forgot you were in Salem.
19) You call that a game store?!
20) General rule: Bigger city = better radio.
21) Is it just me, or is there a decent-sized Young Hooligan population out there?
22) Luckily the screw-up in the Yahoo Maps directions was a relatively minor one. This time.
23) I'd forgotten how much I've missed being in the presence of eccentrics. Especially eccentrics who own their own medieval garb.
24) In summary: Exactly the sabbatical weekend I needed. Quiet, charming, blissfully slow. Thank you for your attention.


I'd hoped for 32 Short Journal Entries, but I ran out of steam. It was only 48 hours, for crying out loud.

Comments

[paganmommy.livejournal.com]

Well, I promised myself not to rag on you, 'cause you really needed some alone time, but you set yourself up for a wee bit of poking:

You would of had at LEAST 32 things to write about had you met me for lunch. *wink*

*heavysigh* Okay, I got it out of my system, all bettah now. *run*

[prolixfootle.livejournal.com]

Changing Rooms is *much* better.